Angie's DIARY | Online Writing Magazine

Fifth Avenue

I have walked Fifth Avenue
for weeks – past Joe’s
News Stand – Al’s Pool Room,
even down a lonely alley -
to track you down…

Dawn

A child walks
below a balcony,
sea gulls begin to
squawk and flock into
a tribe, as the child
touches sand they
dive to pluck away
what is carried in a
child’s hand…

As Life Goes On

As if Time has stood still.
Does one just Float with the Tides,
or Pray to God to have the Courage
to go beyond the Darkness into the Light?

I Am in Motion…

Frustrated, in pain, but… I am in motion. Motion begets motion, while rest begets rest. Only that which is in motion can join with the motion of the universe. Do we ride on the road? Or does the road ride under us? Motion is the sequence, the event is not stationary. That which is stationary [...]

He Hears Us

God hears our prayers, thoughts, words moments of despair. Gravitate to Him in all weather- sunny, cloudy, stormy whenever; He listens. I sought my heart and soul struggled with decision A weight now lifted; storm sifted like sand through a funnel, problem solved partially, yet not all the way struggles exist to build our character [...]

The Seasons have Changed!

I liked the summer and the ardor it brought; Winter was welcome as it drove my gloom. Rains were always a passion for my soul, And my heart bloomed in the spring. Even in the fall my dormant moods would rise, And the changing seasons brought a transition. Now, summers worry me when children go [...]

Lily

I remember

the day the sky opened,
the room that flooded with light

the world outside was dissolving
behind the curtain of fine, grey rain

Fantasy Man

Simple gestures that make me smile
His caring touch to last awhile
A man of honor to admire
Not a cad or a common liar

Stone Statues Breathe

Now he sits and thinks about
the color of his Mama’s skin
which robbed him of his youth.
His Papa gone – his Mama
no where to be found –

He lives in a one room shack
kind of like his Mama did
when she gave birth -

Singing Across the River

“Fly, Mumma, fly!” that’s what I said fanning her face with a dance fan made just for her and this moment. Final phase, we call it – small droosy salt crystals formed around the creases of her nose. It was my turn to sit with her. It was after midnight. She and I had done [...]